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[Goose]

"I can appear, and disapear elsewhere at will. I"m also practicing how to use the wind to move things, but I"m not that good yet. I just use my powers to get myself and other people out of bad situtations fast. And I can run fast, very fast. I might try out for the track team, if they have one. Theres a story about that one, but I'll tell you later."

Taking a pause to catch his breath, he looked at this Rek character, he seemed like a nice guy, but he didn't seem to get out much. At first, Tony thought himself a shy little guy, but he was nothing compared to some of these guys.

"What sort of stuff can you do? You seem like somebody really strong, but you like to hide what you can do, cuz your still afraid. But, never mind, whatever you can do, I guess you'll learn to accept it sooner or later. Meanwhile, have you seen some of the hotties at this place, gee, now I know where they've been hiding all my life, at uni."

[Phoenix Reborn]

Rek let a half smile cross his face, but in his mind he was filled with a small bit of horror. 'Oh no, how does he know? he couldn't have seen me before! Its impossible... Wait, he can disappear! What if he was in my room my first night here!' He thought, even though he knew he was blowing it all out of proportion, and he did just want to tell him that he could make and control fire, use mass telekinesis, and read peoples thoughts and emotions to a degree. But of course he was too afraid of his exploitation. He always wanted to be normal and this was his one chance in his entire life. He couldn't spoil it, even though it was proving to be an immense pressure.

"Yea man, I completely agree. There are so many gorgeous ladies here! I thought I would only see women like these in magazines!" He exclaimed. Being in multiple orphanages and foster homes his entire life, he never got to see women like this in person. He glanced around looking at a few of the women from a distance.

"But no, I'm normal. I don't have much special about me..." He lied then trailed off, wanting to change the subject badly. "Hey, there's a couple gyms over near the boulder's dormitory. You wanna go work out later? If you wanna try out for the track team, then you are gonna have to practice, right?" He asked, now wanting to practice his sword skills some. He decided that this was a good way to change the topic and leave before Tony could figure out anymore about him.

He felt that Tony would be his confidant here at LA Uni. He could read Tony was genuine and that he was trustworthy. Rek, believing his instincts, decided that the gym would be a good place to tell Tony about his powers, and eventually, enhance them with practice. And maybe even discover what really happened when he was in a rush earlier this afternoon.

"I am free for the rest of the day... So how bout it?" He asked intently and nervously.

He would now have to build up the nerve to tell him his secret, so he wouldn't burst at the seems and tell someone who would run their mouth about it. That is, if he did agree to go work out.

[Ken the Wandering Soul]

"Damn it!"

Daniel had read a few pages before the thought of fulfilling the promise he made had gone from a minor annoyance, to a hammering bother. He frustratingly jammed the bookmark in and closed the pages, throwing the book into his bag.

"A walk." he spoke with a deep breath.

Daniel decided exactly that--a walk, one that hopefully would channel his frustration. The flyer made his way out the dorm building, walking down the sidewalk.

[Goose]

"I"m up for it" Tony should use all the opportunities to practice, and Rek had seemed geniune about wanting to work out. Tony could tell that the guy was lying through his teeth about being normal, but, he'd let him keep this story going.

He stood up and started to run slwoly, "C'mon, keep up slowcoach!" he shouted back to Rek.

[Phoenix Reborn]

Rek laughed, trying to keep his soft leather bag and sword on his back from bouncing too much as he started to jog after him, easily keeping up with him.

"Your calling me slow?" He chuckled, while passing Tony. Looking ahead, he could see the Boulders Dormitory in the far distance. He didn't realize how big the campus was until now. He looked back at Tony and laughed slightly, still ahgead of him and gaining distance.

[Chikara Nadir]

Fiona initially looked defeated, her shoulders and head slumped after listening to Milo being hardly polite in telling her off, her body showing all the similar characteristics of a dejected dog that had been locked in the yard to be left unnoticed by its owner. But as she grabbed up her book bag and began to leave the man’s room in peace, she heard one of the few words in the English language that could possibly rile her up at a moment’s notice.

“Milo Harrison...” The woman spoke slowly, her hand balled firmly into a white-knuckled fist at her side as she quickly paced to keep up with her sarcastic counterpart, “You have broken a rule that I live by, and one that many others of our kind also follow. Regardless of our powers, our appearance, our past experiences or our present ideals, you never, EVER call anyone in this university a freak. If you want to be cruel, then insult actual problems that you have with a person. But never call them a freak, a monster, or ANYTHING like that. Eventually somebody will break hell out right on top of your head.”

“Intolerance...will not be readily be accepted here. But I guess I have been kinda talking my mouth off, eh?” The woman took a step back, winking one emerald green eye and offering Milo a hint of a smile. She casually reached into her pocket, pulling out a rubber hair tie and began to pull her amber locks back in a ponytail. “ ‘An ounce of practice is worth more than tons of preaching,’ as dear Gandhi said.”

The book bag was dropped abruptly to the hallway’s linoleum flooring and the redhead pushed the cuffs of her sleeves up either arm a few inches, Fiona’s face still keeping some semblance of a smirk as she motioned with one hand for him to come toward her. “If you’re itching for a fight to take out your aggression instead of relying on words, I’ll grant that wish for you right here and now. Not because I relish participating in violence, but because you’re obviously not a happy guy. If I’ve learned one thing about guys in this House, jock or not, its that you like to cool off by throwing a few punches or magic attacks, just for the heck of it.” She wrinkled up her nose a little, her attitude already changed from angry to teasing. “Don’t worry about damaging the building- it’s withstood its own fair share of brawls in the past. And I don’t think you care much whether you hurt me, but if you DID then I’d still tell you that I’m a big girl who can take care of herself.”

[Ken the Wandering Soul]

Walking was good, but Daniel just did not find the effect he desired from it. He felt so limited on the ground. He glanced over his back.

'I suppose I might have recovered at least little bit.'

Flying might be the best way after all. His back no longer felt so worked, so it might be worth a a quick little flight. Besides, he had not flown for enjoyment for a long time.

The folds of metal on his back poked out through the slits in his shirt, and after hearing enough clanks and sliding between metal, Daniel heard the familier *bzzt* of the energy feathers turning on. He checked behind his self, seeing that the wings and tail feathers were okay. He flapped the wings, knowing he was a little bit tired, but felt rejuvinated as he took off, increasing his speed. He smiled as flew, enjoying the feeling of being above and away from everything.

Daniel passed over Tony and Rek, his energy feathers leaving a fading trail of green behind.

[Selena]

Danae approached the part of the campus reserved for 'normal' students' dormitories. They were much less impressive than the magic users, unfortunately, but she didn't really care. The "Terror" dormitories were covered in spray paint graffiti and the ground was littered with beer cans around the perimeter of the building. Campus officials had no doubt been screaming for some cleanup, but the jocks and bullies of the Terror group were simply not willing to comply and made a greater mess than the janitors could keep up with. Kicking a beer can out of her way, Danae headed up the stairs and into the building.

The second she opened the doors, her ears were assaulted with very loud and very angry heavy metal music, and several other Terrors were seated around a small lounge area near the dormitory entrance. She paid them no mind and went over to a vending machine, where she procured herself a bag of potato chips and sandwich of some kind. She didn't care what it was. With her food acquired, she headed up towards her room, and slammed the door behind her. Her roommate was still absent, thankfully.

The angry female fell back onto her bed and freed the sandwich of its plastic wrapping, and then sunk her teeth into it. It was some kind of turkey sandwich, it tasted like. Good enough for her. She reached underneath her bed, where a small personal fridge was. She'd hid it there on her first day on campus. She opened it, pulled out a bottle of brown liquid, and unscrewed the top. She tilted the bottle back, and let the throat warming whiskey flow into her mouth. Too much had happened today. Met a talking fish. Finally got a roommate. Made fun of some idiot redhead, only to discover that another idiot redhead wanted him or something. She definitely needed a drink or two or five.

As she finished up her lunch, she listened to the bass beats below echo through the entire dorm. At least the Terrors enjoyed listening to her kind of music. She turned on her console after finishing her meal and started to play a game of Tekken, much enjoying beating someone up without getting in trouble for it. But damn, did she need to do something destructive in real life. She was feeling too pent up. The urge to be a vandal was taking its hold on her.

As if answered from above (or below, as the case may be), there came a knock on her door, followed by some drunken laughter. Danae shut off her game, got up, and opened it. There, standing before her, were three very inebriated looking punks with big grins on their face.

"Hey!" The first shouted happily. "Time to rally the troops! Dorm attack!"

Danae raised her eyebrow, intrigued. "What's all this?"

"We're gonna go egg the Boulder dorm! Maybe break some stuff too!" The second man said. "You want in, toots? Come ooon, it'll be fun. Those damn Boulders think they're so much stronger than us in like sports and stuff. We can kick their ass and show 'em who's boss!"

Danae really had nothing against that particular group other than the fact that they were pitiful little magic users in general - thus lazy, spoiled brats. But, her prayers had been answered, and if she was in a group, there'd be less of a chance that she'd be caught. She could flee and leave these poor fools to the campus dogs. Smiling, Danae nodded her head.

"Let's go then."

"Woo!"

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Several minutes later - Boulder Dorms

As it was still daylight, most of the Terrors had opted to wear ski masks to cover their faces. They piled into their cars, Danae hitching a ride from the same group that had asked her to join them, and drove the distance to the Boulder dormitories. They jumped out of their cars and approached the otherwise quiet building. Most people would have been at class, and those there didn't seem to be paying much attention. One of the Terror guys started the 'attack' by chucking an egg at the back door of the place. Another followed suit. Soon, it was Danae's turn.

She brought her arm back and then let the egg sail through the air. It landed in the center of one of the window's. No doubt, it was the window of someone's room. She took another egg from someone and threw again several seconds later, hitting the same window in a different spot. The crowd of Terrors began to laugh and taunt, shouting out insults and challenges to the Boulders who were in the area.

"Come on little rock heads! Let's see what you're made of!" Shouted someone in the crowd. Danae brought her fingers to her mouth and let out a wolf whistle in hopes of demeaning some poor Boulder kid. Ah, the joys of being a Terror.

[Goose]

Ok, now Tony was going to have to teach this little whelp a lesson. Dont try to out run a runner. But first, he could show off his power. In an instant, Tony disapeared from behind Rek to about 20 metres in frount of him. And then started to run, fast. Like the roadrunner, leaving a cloud of dust behind him.

"Ha!" he shouted back to Rek.

[Phoenix Reborn]

Rek, being competitive all of his life, loved the race. He started sprinting, while yelling to Tony who was quite a ways in front of him "You cheat!" all while he was laughing.

Rek looked around and seeing no one nearby by, he grinned even bigger. He started to realy pick up speed. Rek's hair, which was previously jet black, started to stick completely up.

His trademark red streaks ran wild through his hair in a twist of black and red. He began to pick up major speed, almost as if the ground posed no threat of slowing him down, as if he was even touching it. His eyes flickered to firey red as he glanced down to his feet. They were still on the ground, but it seemed like they weren't. He started to close the distance between him and Tony. He could feel the same yearning feeling he felt when he cleared the steps earlier.

Rek was now within an arm's reach of Tony.

"You were saying?" Rek laughed. They were now nearing the Boulder's Dormitory and the gyms. Something clicked in him. He felt a feeling of hate and disdain. His eyes shot towards the Boulder's Dorm. It was the normal people called the Terrors. They were egging the dorms.

"Tony! Hold on for a sec!" Rek yelled, grabbing onto Tony's shoulder then slowing down.

[Goose]

People were getting up to no good here, with eggs. Eggs, the ultimate weapon on campus, never mind about balls of fire, eggs were just that much more potent, and hard to get out of your hair. The only thing worse than eggs were wads of used bubble gum thrown out of some sort of a cannon, but luckliy, nobody had even thought of such a weapon.

"So, what should we do bossman?"

[Jaina]

Milo couldnt help but smirk at the girls reply. He glanced over his shoulder at her and then turned around. "Alright girl." he said and looked like he was concentrating on some thought for a second his blue eyes flashed a lmost looking like a storm was brewing just in his eyes. Suddenly a cloud appeared between of them and a bolt of lightning suddenly whizzed out of the air and cracked right down in the middle of the walkway.

Milo sighed and turned back around hoping that maybe the small fire and just the surpise of the bolt might bring the girl off of his trail. He shook his head feeling a little weak for using up some of his energy to cause that little scene.

"Later girl." He said and waved his hand as he couldnt on his walk almost as if nothing had happened. "And just so you know, I would never fight a weak little puny girl like you. I got better things to do." He said as he opened the door at the end of the hall to travel back down the stairs. Elevators were for whimps and he certaintly didnt feel the urge to use it.

[Phoenix Reborn]

"We can't just let them do that? They have no right!" Rek declared, the red streaks in his hair as bright as ever. Rek could tell that it was obvious to Tony that he wasn't normal.

"We have to do something. The boulders don't even know whats happening..." He said, as he started to walk closer to the dorms. "Alright, whatever you see, stays between us... ok?" He looked at Tony with his firey eyes raging. Rek let the straps to his book bag fall off his shoulders then down to the ground, revealing the solid black sword scabbard behind it. Rek looked back at the bag, staring it down. Extending his arm, he gripped the air and the bag lifted off the ground. He flung his arm in the direction of a nearby tree, and the bag flew to one of the high branches where it settled, not likely to be disturbed.

Turning around, he continued toward the dorms, closing in on the Terrors little by little.

Edited by Phoenix Reborn, 30 January 2006 - 01:59 AM.

[Ken the Wandering Soul]

Daniel had long since been at the top of the boulder's dorm, where he was now resting his wings. The adrenaline spike gave him the boost for his short flight, but he felt tuckered out after it wore off.

Daniel heard some sounds coming from the other side of the building, and leaned over the other side to see the egging in progress. He considered taking off, but his back was starting to ache again, and started to regret going on this flight. The flyer decided not to even bother folding his wings up. Walking back to the hawk's dorm would not be as fast as flying, but it would be healthier.

Daniel started to other side of the building to where the stairs led up top, glancing over the side to see Rek and Tony heading in the direction of the Terrors. He dismissed it, choosing to focus more on heading back. He headed down the stairs.

The flyer had difficulty fitting his wings--he typically just folded them up while he was inside. He ended up moving his wings into a position more perpendicular with back than parallel. The energy-feathers stopping making pleasant hums, and started made objectional buzzing sounds as they scrapped the walls. Metal they were projected from protested similarly from being forced into an odd position. Daniel of course winced in minor pain as well, but he knew this would be worse than trying fly on barely functioning wings.

As Daniel went down the repeating set of stairs, he found himself setting too much concentration on keeping his wings from hitting the walls, repeatedly checking behind himself. As he kept checking behind, he did not see the door opening, and ran into someone.

“Damn it...' the flyer thought to himself as he was buffeted back, causing him to cringe a little as his wings were pushed back uncomfortably. He was starting to tire of this constant running into people. The campus was definitely more crowded than it looked.

"Sorry."

He opened eyes after the short bit of pain subsided, looked, and saw Milo.

'Him again...'

[Goose]

"Dude, my friend has a sword. I picked the right guy to hang around." Tony wasn't one for muc confrontation really, but this seemed like a laugh. Either way, he could just disapear back to his room if he ended up in trouble.

"Hey Fuckers, pick on someone your own intelligence, like an ant!"

[Phoenix Reborn]

Rek walked along the wall of the dorm until he was between the dorm and the terrors. One of the terrors launched am egg at him, which whizzed through the air. The egg stopped about three inches from Rek's face. Staring at the egg, Rek picked the egg out of the air. Tossing it up and down in his hand, he took two steps toward the car and chucked it right back at them. It hit one of their car's windshields, the yolk plattering all over the once spotless car.

"Not as much fun when we fight back, is it?" He shouted. Rek spead out his fingers in the air. The wheels of the vehicles began to melt, making them unable to speed away. He dropped his hand, grinning.

"Not enjoying yourselves anymore?" He laughed, listening to the vulgarities and profanities being shouted at him from the Terrors.

[Delphi]

"Interesting use of your powers, little man."

The tall female stood watching what unfolded, her arms crossed across her chest. Her usually mischevious brown eyes were cold as she calculated her next move. Behind the stoic exterior, however, Annika was livid.

"Maybe," she walked a bit closer, taking her time, "These people wouldn't have reason to torture you so if you weren't so arrogant. Intelligence of an ant? Is that how you see us normal people? You run and hide in the real world but in this little cloystered off square of the world you act like we're the scum of the Earth. Pathetic. And people wonder why us normals and you gifted don't get along. You could have at least been the bigger men and stopped the property damage instead of adding to it. But it's too late for that."

She stopped her advance, standing perhaps only two feet away from the gifted students, planting a hand on her hip.

"And you know what else? I'm not scared of you. And it's not because there's a bunch of Terrors right over there to back me up. And let's just face it. Without your powers, you couldn't find your arse with both hands. "

[Selena]

Danae, however, was nonchalantly spray painting graffiti onto the walls of the Boulder dormitories, not really paying much attention to Rek or Tony. It wasn't like any of those vehicles were hers, after all. But, she did make note of some of the events going on. Leave it to the kids with mental powers to be the killjoys. As she finished painting the phrase 'Telekinetics blow goats' onto the wall, she held the spray can like a dollie of her own and started walking calmly along the side of the dorm. Some of the Terrors were taking leave now, fed up that they were going to replace apparently melted tires.

What to do, what to do? A telekinetic certainly wouldn't allow for any long range attacks like her throwing one of her spare eggs of the half empty spray paint can at him. He'd probably fling them right back after stopping them in mid flight. Ah well. If there was one thing people with telekinesis couldn't handle well it was stuff up close and random. Although apparently this telekinetic was well armed. Really, who let teenagers tote actual weapons around campus? Wasn't there a rule against that somewhere? And about using your powers to decimate the school? Those craters caused by fire adepts and Boulder kids slamming their fists into the ground were rather unbecoming.

Danae then spotted Annika, and managed to put a happy look on her face, and, ingoring Rek and Tony, approached as if she were greeting an old friend.

"Annika!" Danae said, spreading her arms open as if she were planning on hugging the girl. But, she put her arms back down at her sides before she reached her. "Have you come to join the Terror Pep Rally? I never really had much school spirit before, but hey, these guys like to vandalize!"

She then walked behind the two boys who'd come to try and stop things, and turned around. Taking her can of neon Barbie pink, she started to spray Rek's sword and clothing in order to taint it with that pathetically girly color.

"How are you today, pinky?" Danae said, talking casually. A few Terrors started to laugh from their egg throwing line.

[Phoenix Reborn]

Rek stood there, letting the girl spray him with her pink paint. When shae finished and made her snide comment, he calmly removed the sword on his back laying it on the ground in front of him. Removing his black leather jacket, laying it on the ground in front of him.

"Are you done?" He asked, just as snide as she had made her point earlier. Touching the spray marks on the jacket, they burst into flame, burning themselves to nothing, leaving only the black leather that was there originally. His sword, however, burst into flames and disappeared.

The Terrors instantly stopped their chuckling. Rek quickly laughed instead. He picked his jacket up and put it back on. Rek stopped laughing and looked at Danae in the eyes. He smiled and simply pointed upwards. Above her was the yolk of one of the smashed eggs, dangling in the air. Without hesitation, it dropped right into her air.

"Its not arrogance, its a taste of your own medicine..." He trailed off. HE turned and began to walk away slowly, now completely unarmed since he made Flame, his fire blade, disappear, one of its innate abilities.

[Selena]

Danae stood there staring, not really caring about the egg. It was actually good for making one's hair shinier. At least after she washed it off, anyway. But how on Earth does one burn paint but not leather? And a sword that could disappear in a ball of flame? What, did he send that thing into an alternate dimension and pull it out of nowhere like some anime girl and a hammer of doom?

Then, Danae turned back to the Terror group. "Telekinetic boy's leaving! Back to work!"

The Terrors cheered and commenced a second wave of egging.

[Phoenix Reborn]

ooc: Black conditioned leather isn't burned easily and spray paint is flammable, that wasn't anything special, just the actuality of it.

ic:

Rek, stopping mid-step, turned back around.

"I thought we had an understanding?" He said, holding his hands out as the eggs were ripped from the Terrors hands by an unseen force, then dropped onto the ground were they shattered.

"Just leave, you've done enough damage to the dorm already." He said, eyes becoming weak, tired from the extensive use of his powers.

ooc: Would it be helpful if i remade the bio of Rekdon Sovrity so everyone would know him a little better. Since the hack, the boards no longer has it in archives. Is it necessary for me to do so? Or even a quick run down of his past and his powers/weakness and appearance?

[Delphi]

OOC:
I'd say it is because we have no idea who/what we're dealing with. Haven't you also been asked to do so already?

[Selena]

ooc: Joint post.


Danae put her hands on her hips and sighed, watching the eggs fail to reach their targets. She shook her head. "Now look at what you've done. You've wasted a perfectly good wave of eggs? Now the unfertilized chicken babies are going to die in vain. Never having reached their target. Never knowing the glory of self-sacrifice for a nobel vandalizing cause. Poor eggs. That was at least ten dollar's worth!"

She tilted her head back to the telekinetic. "And what understanding? Did we have a debate? Did we start to compromise and reach a conclusion that would benefit all? I think the only thing I said to you was after I painted your sword a girly shade of pink. Perhaps this 'understanding' is in your mind, along with most of your so called abilities."


"I concur. I heard no such understanding. All I saw were some flashy pyrotechnics and you disrespecting a lady. Didn't your mother ever teach you to respect a lady?" Annika added. "And FYI, you gifted students do far more danage than us normal people ever could, you know."

"Eggs. Damaging. It might cost you a whole $4.99 to buy a bottle of window cleaner and fix up the place!" Danae joked. Oh lord. A duo of sarcastic females.

"We're obviously the ones at a loss here. Why not just pay them for their damaged goods minus window cleaner?" Annika replied.

"Yeah, zero sounds like a good price to pay for all of this. Hell, the seagulls will probably take care of the eggs as they bake in the sun. Maybe Psycho Mantis over here just had a bad experience with eggs or something," Danae said.

Annika laughed. "I'm sorry, but you're acting quite rediculous and like a total poser. If you think I'm impressed, I'm not. I've created more impressive kitchen fires on accident."

Danae tossed her can of spray paint up in the air and caught it again. "Now, you can keep flinging eggs around and show us whatever other parlor tricks you have, or you wander off with your friend there and go back to wherever it is you came from, 'cause I'm pretty sure this isn't even your dorm. Thank you for your cooperation!"

Edited by Selena, 31 January 2006 - 02:43 AM.

[Chikara Nadir]

Oh yes, Fiona would have normally felt either terribly offended by Milo shooting a lightning bolt in her general direction (never scared, because she was far too used to this sort of thing in her one year since she became a student), or else she could have been pathetically saddened that her potential friend had pushed her away yet again.

But no, she'd gotten herself distracted already. While out of the corner of her eye the redhead saw a burst of electricity crossing the path before her, she also heard a distinct patting from behind the bedroom door, a sound she recognized as hearing occasionally...but just often enough.

"Blasted frickin gosh-darned...hellians!" The girl grabbed her bag back up in one fell swoop, took a quick leap over the small fire smothering itself out on the stone hallway, and ran straight after Milo...or rather, straight past him, once she got far enough.

It was never easy to be sure just who was attacking the dorm, but it happened often. A few Hawks would go out for a keg party and get riled up into starting a miniaturized tornado, or some Waves would try to test how well the sporty Boulders could swim...and then there was the time that her house and the Waves joined in on digging a moat around the Spark's house. Good times.

"STOP STOP STOP STOP!" Fiona began shouting wildly the moment she got out of the door, flailing her arms in an attempt to get the attention of the surrounding students who were having so very much fun in making the lawns around the Boulder house into a giant omelet. "No fighty! Go back to-"

Mmm. A random egg in the face uncaught by Rek's little telekinetic display, the perfect way to shut up a ditz. "I...what..."

Fiona slid her fingers through the slick, sticky substance, trying to get it out of her eyes as quickly as possible before the next one might come her way. She rubbed and scraped at the goo quickly, almost frantically, until finally it had been cleaned away enough for her to look for the the closest people who might be responsible.

"You..." The normally borderline hippie turned her eyes toward a familiar person from earlier in the day, someone whose very appearance offended her for some unknown reason. There were just some people who she didn't like, and egg-throwing jerks could be counted among that lot. Despite Rek seeming intent on acting as a peacemaker despite hardly having been on campus long enough to know up from down in this place, Fiona only saw him as another troublemaker who wanted to ruin the peace and quiet of the new school year. "You're gonna go away, or you're gonna pay."

Without a second thought as to the number of other individuals in the vicinity who might 1) be responsible for the current situation or 2) try to stop her, the girl flung herself forward, face flushed red as she rushed toward Rek with one arm bent back and her fist curled tight, ready to punch him straight in the jaw.

OOC: Please Phoenix, I'm sure we'd all appreciate knowing about your character. As it is, we know hardly anything about the extent of his strengths, let alone any potential weaknesses. Thanky thanky.

[Jaina]

OOC: Pheonix Reborn PLEASE post up your character, I am getting tired of your powers seeming to change throughout the RP and not being able to go back and look at your profile to see if it is really just you 'hiding' them or you are in reality adding new ones as you go.

IC:

Milo glanced over at the man as he suddenly bumped into him. "Damn moron watch where you are going!" He shouted over his shoulder at the man as he trudged down the stairs. He could hear a familiar echo of the sound of something splatting against the walls of the dorm.

Suddenly out of nowhere Fiona flew down past him in what seemed like somebody had literly lit her butt on fire for as fast as she was moving. "That woman needs to gain control of her emotions, for she is far to much of a drama queen." He mumbled as he saw her run out of the door.

He glanced around of the lobby finally and noticed that it seemed to be a little deserted. He finally saw some man rush out the door with a squirt gun in tow. "Teenager.." Milo mumbled as he saw a line of people outside of the dorm firing what appeared like eggs.


"Now that seems like my kind of game." Milo said smirking as he exited the dorm. "HEY!" He called to one of the members of Danae's little troop.

"Mind if I join in? That dorm there is full of nothing but goddamn jocks and wussy little drama queens like that girl." He said pointing at Fiona. Milo didnt care that he was a member of the dorm but he really DID hate it. The random NPC gave Milo a weird look and handed him a carton of eggs.

Milo smirked and tossed it in the general direction of the wall near Fiona hoping to maybe splat just a little on her.

[Phoenix Reborn]

ooc:

Rekdon Sovrity
Human
Around 19 yrs old
Original Character

Black spikey hair (red streaks when in battle or using his powers extensively, or when he is feeling a deep emotion), about 6 foot tall, atheletic build, blue eyes (change to red when hair changes), normally wears jeans, any t-shirt (normally white), and a black leather jacket

He can tell someone's intentions almost like reading their minds (minute telepathy). Has advanced kinetic powers; tele, pyro, and electro, but electrokinetics will not be included in this story b/c he does not learn how to express these powers until later on in his life. He also has the ability to fly, which he will learn (and is starting to realize this change, but cannot control it) during this story. He has a sword called Flame which is the only thing he has from birth (he was an orphan). The sword is very mysterious, and has its own innate powers (can disappear in a blast of fire, impossible to shatter, never dulls). Rek is very skilled with it since he has had it since his birth.

He has no defense and is very weak against dark or shadow powers (they eclipse his powers with the exception of his sword). He is very skilled in with his sword, but hand-to-hand he is just average and normal. He has no abnormal physical strength, so that is a major weakness. Super human strength can take him out easily with hand-to-hand combat. Water and Ice based powers have a slight advantage over him because he is a mastery in fire. Water and Ice powers can also remove the some of the magic properties of Flame, making it signaficantly less durable and powerful without its fire magic. The only defense he has against these powers are his flight and telekinetics. Hates when people have authority over him, and clashes horribly with authority figures. On foot, he is just average speed of every other human. Once he learns to control it, he often flies over walking. HE cannot stand for someone to get the better of him and will often leave the area when and if someone does. Very self-conscious because he was an outcast his entire life, going from orphanage to orphanage. When insulted or alienated for his abilities, he loses control and gets angry quickly. He has many emotional issues because he had to teach himself nearly everything growing up. Has bad social skills, so doesn't make many friends by himself, but when he does he holds them dear and close.

if u guys need more, just let me know.

EDIT: Better for ya?

Edited by Phoenix Reborn, 01 February 2006 - 03:04 PM.

[DarkJuno]

OOC: Dude....no. Just....no. God no. The strengths to weakness ratio is way, way, way off kilter, and I wont' stand for it.

I hate to do this but - oh, why lie, I'm relishing doing this. I declare this character's approval temporarily revoked until I get a better submission for it - not for the bio, just for the strengths and weaknesses.

Have a nice day.

[Goose]

ooc: DJ, Can you clean up the posts and move the offending ones into a topic of their own?

bic:

Well, Tony didn't really know what to do. Hsi friend Rek, had sort of gotten stage fright, because he wasn't moving at all, and didn't seem like he was about to. Sadly, Tony thought of only one thing to do, get him out of the sticky situation, so, Tony walked over to the boy, touched, disapeared him out back to a relativly safe place, and appeared back in his old spot, in remarkable time of course.

"Okay, so, You think that because we can do more damage, it gives you all the right to throw some harmless eggs around the place. After all, the boulders provoked you, or did they? I dont think they did anything to you, and although i cant make you stop, we all know that they will get revenge on you, and it might just be painful."

Tony really hoped these guys got the point, because in this situation words were his only weapon, come to think of it, words were all he ever really had, that or runaway. Meh, this might work.

[Chikara Nadir]

Fiona was probably around nine years old when one of her friends first taught her the meaning of the words 'face plant'. It came up, of course, when that exact thing had happened to her...one of many times that it had occurred, and would continue to throughout the years.

When Rek had invoked her fury through no fault of his own, Fiona had gone hurtling toward him, ready to put her entire weight into punching him firmly to teach a lesson to him and everyone else in the vicinity who wanted to make fools of themselves by vandalizing the Boulder house. When another individual that she'd seen earlier by the name of Tony transported her breathing punching bag out of harm's way, it left Fiona with nothing to hit - or catch - except air. And then, yes, dirt. Face planting indeed.

Under normal circumstances, she would have felt that she should have expected some sort of defense to hinder her against outright attacking: it WAS a school packed with supernatural individuals, after all. But she never had been one for planning things out anyway.

The girl came up with her face flustered and fairly brown from dirt and grass that still was moist from an early-morning watering. She at first begun to search through the egg-wielding people, trying to find a new target, but even in that short amount of time Fiona became distracted enough by Tony's speech that her blood began to cool. The woman took a deep breath, silently counting down from ten as she attempted with futility to brush off at least a little of what was developing into green and brown stains down the front of both her shirt and pants.

“Thanks for the effort,” she shouted over to the hat-wearing man who was speaking, “but you don’t need to protect a house that isn’t yours, and I don’t think they’ll really listen anyway. Terrors, and those affiliated with them, tend to act this way just to be spiteful. Because they don’t have powers and not too many of them care about education, a lotta them got into here just by being rich kids whose parents wanted to find a convenient, unknown place to send them so their reputations wouldn’t be ruined by toting around ungrateful, spoiled brats.”

“Same goes to some of our own kind, as well. Sadly.” The redhead made a point of turning and looking toward Milo with a very disappointed expression. She didn’t much like being mean, but he and the Terrors had already started it. Maybe being housed with so many cheerleaders and jocks, more than a couple of whom were endlessly vain, was altering her attitude too easily.

[Jaina]

Milo glanced over at Fiona and rolled his eyes noting to himself that that girl REALLY loved to give some great inspirational talks, of course he also noticed the result was usually people just ignoring her. "Oh shut up Anne Landers nobody wants your advice." He said egg in hand as he aimed at her forcefully.

"You might actually like being clogged in this jock infested dorm, but personally I dont. My roommate is a complete dumb ass and my neighbors are two valley girl cheerleaders who have yet to convince me that they actually have more important things to talk about then how damn good looking the guys on Supernatural and Gilmore Girls are, which from what I hear is on Tuesday nights." He said as he launched the egg he was carrying in the general direction of his roommate who happened to be exiting the dorm.

"I would kill for the day they realize that Tolstoy is much more realistic then anything in their make believe world of puppies and kittens. But then again, my roommate seems to think that Superbowl is more an improtant holiday then Christmas." He said as he once again launched another egg towards the windows of the dorm.

"I have to congratulate these people for actually having the brains to do something productive because believe me, these people have it coming." Milo said as gripped onto another egg.

"So Anne Landers there, I would really recommend waking up and realize that roommate you sleep in the same room of might just be more intelligent then you because i dont see them out her preaching on your behalf, infact, I only see you." He said winking. He smirked in content.

"Now go back to wherever you came from because..Anne you are completely and utterly alone on your cause to create a better world. Now catch." Milo said and tossed an egg at her.